Amid the cheers of the rebel soldiers, Count Bezukhov and the other coup masterminds strode out of the hidden alleys and into the Winter Palace. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The royal palace, which had just been captured by his accomplices, could still be seen in its graceful and luxurious silhouette, although many places had been destroyed by fierce firefights.

Upon arriving at the palace, Count Bezukhov immediately ordered the rebel soldiers to stop firing in the palace and strictly forbade the soldiers to loot goods here, in order to maintain order and free up the coup leaders to control the capital as soon as possible; On the other hand, it was also to protect the palace, because in the Count's opinion, the palace was no longer the residence of the tyrant, it was the property of the whole country, and it should be properly preserved.

The Count's orders were soon conveyed and carried out by the officers, and Count Bezukhov was the spiritual leader of the entire conspiracy, and he would become the Chief Consul of the Provisional Government after the success of the rebellion.

Since forty years ago, the Count has been secretly propagating and disseminating his ideas for many years, and has amassed a large following and supporters in both political and military circles, and his eloquence has always been deeply respected, and his rational thinking and unreserved love for Russia and its people have impressed aristocratic intellectuals who share his views, and naturally become the spiritual leader of the conspirators' group.

What's more, the count has always invested in the organization, and over the years has injected more than 10 million rubles at any cost. Without his efforts, the entire group of opposition to the Imperial Government would not have been so easily put together and acted on it.

For, even from the most vulgar point of view, he is the largest shareholder in the revolution and deserves to be the supreme leader of the revolution.

When he reached the Winter Palace, Count Bezukhov suddenly stopped, and looked around the furnishings of the palace.

It wasn't his first time here, but this time he was in a very different mood than any time before.

His life's hopes, the plans he spent decades developing, everything he had in store for Russia...... It was about to begin this night, and from this time on, he had already made a name in history.

Whether he succeeds or fails, he has no regrets, and he will never feel guilty. Even if his career is not successful, people will remember that there was once a Russian nobleman and a large landowner who painstakingly wanted to find a better way out for the country, and gave everything for it, and did great things that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

The old earl's eyes were suddenly dizzy, and in a trance he noticed that a young man seemed to be standing by the staircase, watching them quietly.

The young man was very handsome, dressed in a delicate gown, and his expression was calm and a little tired, as if he had had had enough of the hustle and bustle of the world, and wanted to seek spiritual peace.

He looked at Pierre quietly, smiling, as if to say, "Friend, you're finally here." ”

"Andrey, can you see all this?" After staring at the illusory shadow for a long time, Count Bezukhov muttered to himself.

"What? Father? Andrei Bezukhov, who was next to him, asked a little strangely, "What are you looking at?" ”

As the young man inquired, Pierre noticed that the figure on the other side slowly became transparent, and finally disappeared into the dim light.

yes, Andrei is no longer here.

It's a shame you can't see what I've done!

"Take me to Nikolai." Count Bezukhov gave an order indifferently, and there was no fluctuation in his expression.

At this time, His Majesty Tsar Nicholas I was being held alone in a small room under the watchful eye of a group of rebel soldiers.

The room was originally used as a storage room, so it had the pungent smell of vegetables and poultry mixed in, and there was no heating equipment, so it was cold to the marrow.

The Tsar was in such a cold room, and the darkness enveloped him, and he shivered all over, not only because of the temperature, but because he had not yet adapted to the drastic transformation from emperor of a country to a prisoner.

His heart was now filled with panic, anger and pain, and an indescribable sense of shame greater than the fear of falling into the hands of the rebels.

Yes, it's a shame, it's already a shame to lose a war against a foreign country, and it's even more shameful to be imprisoned by rebels who stormed the palace and made a prisoner, what king can endure such humiliation?

He was not afraid of death now, he had already made the realization of the end of his life when he was preparing to sue for peace with England and France, and he was more afraid of his empire and his successor now.

These rebels are obviously planning for today's rebellion, since they can secretly organize so many rebels, then there must be more sympathizers lurking in the shadows, will they have more and more powerful means? And what are they going to do with the Empire?

He didn't get any answers to these questions, so he could only torment in fear and pain.

It was as if a century had passed, and the door to the room had finally been opened.

His Majesty felt as if he was back in the world as the light was poured into the room, but the light was quickly blocked out by a few people who walked in.

The men, dressed in different costumes, walked up to the tsar with expressionless faces.

To the best of his will, the Tsar controlled the trembling of his body, and he could not be undignified in front of these rebels, even if he died, he had to die like an emperor.

"Who are you, and why do you do this to your father?" He asked in a low voice. "God will not forgive you!"

No one answered his words, but on the contrary, two men went to either side of him, then forcibly grabbed him by the ribs, forcibly erected him and dragged him out.

The Tsar, who had been ill lately, was now very weak, so even though he had been protesting, he had to let the men drag him out of the room, but even so, he did not beg for mercy.

In the midst of his protests, he was dragged to a room that was much warmer than the cold storage room, and in this room sat a group of gloomy faces.

When the Tsar was brought into the room, the eyes of the group were focused on him, but there was no respect, no pity, only indifference or hatred.

Then the Tsar was seated on a chair, and two people next to him continued to hold him to keep him from moving, while the others sat in front of him, watching him quietly.

In the past, he was on the throne facing everyone, enjoying the dignity of the crown, but today, although the form is similar, there is no respect in the middle, and the tsar feels as if he has been put in the dock.

He only felt heavy eyelids and collapsed body, but he still barely bothered to muster up his spirits, and looked at the people opposite him carefully, he wanted to find out who had committed such evil actions and committed heinous crimes, and he wanted to remember them all in his heart.

His gaze swept over everyone's faces, and then stopped in amazement on the face of Count Bezukhov.

"I ...... I should have known this a long time ago...... I should have known it a long time ago! He muttered to himself, "Sure enough, it's you, sure enough!" You're still a traitor after all! After so many years, you have hidden yourself deep enough, I really regret that I didn't throw you in prison sooner and let your evil plot succeed! ”

"You did make a mistake, sir." Count Bezukhov commented coldly, "But what you should regret more is that you have failed your obligations, and if you have done everything you are supposed to do for the Russian people, then I should have been your loyal supporter and subject." ”

"I am your sovereign, and you call me sir?" The tsar glared at the count.

"Sir, now you are no longer a tsar, you are a citizen of Nikolai Romanov, and all members of your family are equally unconscious." The count calmly replied, "And, henceforth, there will be no more hierarchical titles in Russia, and all will be the same citizens." ”

"Phew! Even now, do you still take that kind of deception seriously? There is no equality in the world! The people need to be in charge! The Tsar was still glaring at the Count," ...... Bezukhov, you ...... You tell me, what is there about the Romanovs who are sorry for your father and son for two generations? Your father was a favored servant to my grandmother, and my grandmother gave him countless possessions, and your father pleaded with my brother before he died, so that you, as an illegitimate child, could inherit these possessions...... And you! But you oppose us with the property we have given us, and is there still such shameless and ungrateful behavior in the world? Even a dog will do better than you! ”

His vicious insults made Andrei a little angry, and he immediately grabbed the Tsar's shoulders and tried to calm him down, but Count Bezukhov shook his head and stopped his son's move.

"Yes, it was by the grace of Tsar Alexander that I was able to inherit my father's legacy...... But is our property owned by the Romanovs? No! Did the Romanovs ever work? Did they ever cultivate any land? If not, then what qualifications do you have to claim to be the owner of the land? No, sir, you and we, all our land, our serfs, our whole property is built on the blood and tears of unrighteousness, which is a sin in itself, and I will not consider it a grace. I will only be able to live in peace if I use this property to destroy the foundations of the entire edifice of evil. ”

"You have privileges in this edifice, and you want to destroy it!" The Tsar still glared at the Count, "If you really can't stand this, you should stay in France instead of cursing us while enjoying the privileges we have given you!" ”

"Yes, I enjoyed privileges, so I also committed sins against the Russian people, and I have no intention of denying this, and I do not want to dress myself up as a saint." To the Tsar's surprise, the Count nodded very dryly, "But, because of this, I am all the more obligated to atone for my sins, to let sin be put to an end while I live, and I want to let this country, this great nation, be reborn under my own sight, abandon the original rancid scabies, and move towards a new future with a new attitude, towards a future where everyone can have hope." ”

"What nonsense!" The Tsar roared, "You're just for your own lust for power!" You're a Robespierre, you're a shameless conspirator! God will never forgive you! ”

"Sir, you have just spoken of Robespierre, and I will tell you that what I admire most about him is his courage." The Count suddenly sneered, "I was in Paris back then, and I saw firsthand how he saved a country from chaos, from the torment of being crushed by enemy armies. You people curse him as the executioner, but how many serfs have died under your oppression over the centuries, wailing and dying in hunger and cold, why has no one told you that you are the greatest executioner! If I could put an end to all this terror and oppression, I wouldn't mind being an executioner! So, if you want to curse, curse, I am very happy to hear your curse! ”

Perhaps it was from the count's words that there was some kind of danger in it, and the tsar was suddenly stunned.

"Now you get the idea, right? For the sake of this people who groaned and bled in oppression, we need urgent action to save it, and you, the leader of the entire criminal syndicate, the spokesman of this whole system, must take your responsibility. Count Bezukhov stood up, walked up to the Tsar, and then stretched out his hand and pointed it at His Majesty the Tsar, "Citizen Nikolai Romanov, you, as a former Tsar, as a tyrant, will have to bear the responsibility for the fears, blood, tears and sins that have been circulating in this land for thousands of years, which can only be paid by your life!" ”

The tsar did not answer, he just stared at each other coldly.

He didn't want to beg for mercy, and he knew there was no point in begging for mercy.

At this moment, a man came up with a rope that had been prepared and put it around his neck.

When the suffocating sensation of being pressed by the rope came from his neck, the Tsar finally spoke again, and he stared closely at the count with bloodshot eyes.

"Pierre-Bezukhov, you are a despicable and ungrateful brute, God will not forgive you, and Russia will not forgive you! You will be torn to pieces by the Empire! He cursed the other party urgently, "You will carry the sins of killing kings and go to purgatory, and I curse each and every one of you to mourn in purgatory for eternity!" ”

In such an environment, his face was distorted, and his voice sounded very intimidating, but the Count was unmoved, but only looked at the other party coldly.

"Are these your last words? I'm sorry, I thought you would repent. After the other party finished speaking, he waved his hand indifferently, "Then you go first, after all, Purgatory has already reserved a place for you, sir." ”

The Tsar wanted to say something more, but the rope became tighter and tighter, so that he could no longer speak while suffocating, and slowly his vision became very blurry, and no one could see clearly, and only boundless darkness was left in front of him, while his body twitched involuntarily.

The convulsions were violent, but they subsided over time, until eventually, the Tsar's body calmed down again.

Andrei Bezukhov motioned for the executioner to loosen the rope, and then himself reached out and put it on the tsar's face and tried it.

"He's dead, Your Majesty."

"Well, we've at least done a big thing."

Although he tried to make himself look indifferent, when he looked at the dead Tsar, Count Bezukhov's tone still carried a sincere joy. "He has finally paid the price for his sins! The life of a tyrant is the best compensation for the dead martyrs. ”

In 1825, it was the same tsar who suppressed the revolution of the Decembrists, killed his comrades, and inflicted a severe setback on the Count's ideals, and today he has finally made His Majesty pay the price he deserves.

However, he chose to kill the Tsar now, not only to vent the pleasure of revenge, but also to control the situation as soon as possible, and at the same time to calm the resolve of his comrades - after all, after committing the crime of murder, no one has a way back, and everyone can only rush forward desperately.

At the same time, the tsar, who has never run away or resisted, is also an excellent tool. Especially in the early days of this chaos, it was very useful to him.

"You keep an eye around and don't let the news of his death get out." After only a few seconds of pleasure, Count Bezukhov regained his usual composure, and then ordered his son, "We will issue an order in the name of the Tsar as soon as possible, so that our sympathizers will take over the power everywhere as soon as possible, even if we cannot control the whole country, at least we must control the line from Petersburg to Moscow as soon as possible, whether we can do this in a short time is the key to success or failure." After this chaotic period, I will announce to the public that I have corrected the tyrant. ”

"I understand, Dad." Andrei nodded, "The Tsar is still alive now, and he will live as long as you need him." ”

"Alright, let's act as soon as possible! Remember, the most important thing is the army, the army! The Count's tone became serious, "As long as we control the predetermined area and have the allegiance of the local soldiers, then our cause will be successful...... Both the army at the front and the people of the Far East will obey the orders of the new government. ”

Just when the father and son were still discussing, there was a commotion outside the room, and Andre felt that something was wrong with the situation, and hurriedly walked out.

Soon, he returned, and his expression became a little strange.

"Natasha ran away from home." Andrei looked at his father, as if he didn't know how to phrase it, and finally could only state the facts, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is also nowhere to be found, and he has not been caught by us." Possible...... It may have been Natasha who found him at the last minute......"

"This ...... This bastard daughter! The Count clutched his chest as if he had been struck hard by a sledgehammer, "What if she ...... If only she knew how many people would die in vain because of her actions! ”

"What to do, Dad?" Andrei hurriedly hugged his father, "You...... Don't get too angry, take care of yourself! ”

"I ...... Can I not be angry? My daughter! But my daughter betrayed me! The Count shouted angrily, and could no longer see his usual indifference, and finally he regained his senses, and shook his son violently, "Quick! Go ahead and execute the plan! Take control of the regimes everywhere as soon as possible! We're going to take control of the main regions before the crown prince does, and before it's too late! ”

"Will there be a civil war?" Andrei asked.

"Even if there is a civil war, we must do it to the end, and there is no turning back." The Count replied coldly, "If you want to fight, then fight!" If it is destined that the country can only be saved by being washed with blood, then ...... Then I'll take this sin on my shoulders. ”

"Yes, father." Andrei replied in a trembling voice.

Although they had predicted in advance that there would be a possibility of civil war, when they really faced all this, no one could help but hesitate.

After all, what they want is to save the country, so how can they hope for civil war?

But the Count came to his senses after all.

He had learned enough from the French experience to have any illusions that he would be able to take the country easily, even in the civil war.

It's just that in the case of the crown prince, the civil war will definitely be more intense, because the Romanov family would have been leaderless if they lost the tsar, but after getting the crown prince, they had a new banner, and the forces against the provisional government would definitely gather faster than expected as long as they had the crown prince's banner.

That means that the civil war will become more brutal and more people will lose their lives.

Fortunately, in the advance plan, the Count was also prepared that the Romanov royal family was not wiped out, so there was also a plan to deal with it, but it would be more difficult, the Count and his comrades had already made such a huge bet that they had no way back, either the gallows or the new Russia.

"You immediately send someone to find it, to search, whether they are together or not, as long as Natasha and the crown prince are found, then they will be shot on the spot." After a moment of silence, the Count proceeded to give orders to his son, "Remember, both men are to be shot on the spot, and you don't need to ask me. ”

"Yes, I will convey your orders." After a moment's hesitation, Andre nodded, turned and walked out.